It wasn’t ever a theory or a maligned intention to ever believe that in the beginning of this existence we would ever be conflicted with something as devastating and treacherous as human life. But with that comes the existence of something extraterrestrial and otherworldly, that you or I cannot explain. Or is it even in the human condition to wonder whether we have an instinct to believe in fairy tales or pagan traditions.
I am not at all insulted by the color of my skin, but I do find a resemblance in other men. Something that is strange and unnerving, something that I cannot recognize or defeat. It isn’t anything ordinary or circumstantiation its nothing more than the fragrance of the earth.
I am inhibited to believe that when it comes to conflict or dealing with the misaligned or uninterpreted, it’s better to let out a laugh or a sigh of relief.
All I’ve ever wanted in life is to be loved, and to love others. But something doesn’t hinder on any specific contingency, and that is why I will always dread and mourn. But sometimes circumstantial evidence and hidden theories remind me of the shadows in the dark.
